Numen

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mare | 16.0hhs | sooty chestnut | lost goddess of nowhere

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A PRECIPICE IN FRONT, WOLVES BEHIND.

A soft call could be heard from the waves as a body rose from the ocean. Muscles flexed under a sooty red sheen of coat and skin. Eyes of chocolate brown glimmer with an emotion in their depths. Lips of mostly dark color quirk up at the corners as the tall Marwari mare moves onto the dry shore. Her swim had been long and calculated, but the wavy haired goddess cared not. Instead, the shiny coated horse let her eyes blink slowly, long lashes brushing down over her cheeks for a moment as she pulled in the chilled air of the Bay.


Raising a brow, the mare hummed under her breath for a faint moment. The season of fall was lingering like an over fed stray cat, but winter was certainly here as well. The cold air grasped her body and made her shiver, her coat still being wet added onto the problem. Numen, a mare named in latin for the word goddess, wanted something, but she did not know what. Her bright eyes scanned the tees lining in the distance, but nothing left her lips as she raised a brow and scanned this place. It was new to her, but here she stood wondering what would come.


Humming under her breath, the chestnut mare let her head slowly turn back and forth, taking in the sights of this territory. She was all new to the islands of this place, but already she could feel the weight of her home falling from her shoulders and giving her enough room to breath. Her smirk never did leave her lips, but Numen let out one last call, this one calling forth the leader of this territory. If she was left to her own devices though, Numen would end up leaving and searching for other places to go. Maybe there were warmer climates she could enjoy.